Authors note: this is just a filler chapter :P
Chapter 3: Hell Hates Asians
Ok, I know I said living with uncle Simon would be hell but outside actually felt like it. A thermometer outside a shop window read 101 degrees. Global warming at its best.
A few girls pass by giggling like they heard the funniest thing in the world. It took me a second to realize they were giggling at me. I ran my fingers through my jet black hair self-consciously. A lady in her late 20s power-walked by with a yorkie on a leash. Her eyes were hidden behind Gucci shades, but I could still tell that the mean look on her face was aimed at me. I sniffed my armpits and checked my zipper. Nope, nothing wrong there. The street was becoming more crowded with every weird look I got.
Or at least that’s what it felt like.
"Mommy, look, it’s Jackie Chan!" A little boy cried out. I ignored him pointing at me and continued roaming the streets. Gee, didn’t these kids know it’s rude to point? Suddenly I felt a tug on my pants. I stopped in half step and looked down at the little girl holding on to my Levi’s.
"Umm, can I help you? Are you lost?" I asked unsurely. Even if she was lost I couldn’t really help her.
"Can you teach me karate?" The little girl bounced with anticipation. I kneel down to her height.
"Uh, no, sorry I don’t know karate."
"Can I teach you origami?"
"You mean origami?"
Exasperated, I pat the little girl on the head, stood up and continued my walk. I looked over my shoulder to find the little girl still standing there awestruck. "Sorry kid, I don’t know origami either." I shouted. What's wrong with these people? Just because I'm Asian…
It took me a couple of minutes to realize I didn’t know where I was going. Well I guess that’s what I get for being a rude teenager to my uncle. He could have driven me to a store to by Advil. I stopped in my tracks to think this through. Did I really want to spend 20 minutes in a tight car, listening to Simon ramble about school or something? Nah, I shook my head and continued walking. Being out in the blazing sun with a migraine is better than that. I dogged a guy riding on a bike caring Chinese food and slammed into a shop door. I glared at him as he continued riding without even apologizing. People around here are so rude. I didn’t realize I was blocking the entrance until the door slammed on my back, knocking the air out of me.
"Watch where you’re going, Asian." I tried my best to look intimidating, but failed.
"What’s wrong? Don’t speak English?"
The obnoxious boy continued out of the doorway with a smirk on his face. I had the urge to tell him to wipe that look off his face or I’ll do it for him, but I'm too much of a softie for that.
My brain connected two and two together and I realized, "These people are racist."
I didn’t realize I was thinking out loud until a boy in a dark green apron came up to me and said, "No we’re not racist, we’re just not used to new people around here." And with that he stepped out the store to sweep the door mat; I stepped out of his way. He turned to face me and said, "Welcome to Edgewood." It sounded more like a warning than a welcome…